Senses
Senses
Trish used to be the girl that even her own family avoided. She refused to pick up pennies on tails, she would throw a tantrum when someone spilled salt, and she broke all ties with her friend when she went over to her house and found out that she owned a black cat. But one thing impeded her life the most. Mirrors. Everyone believed that she would grow out of her superstitious stage. But her phobias only worsened, becoming more pronounced as the years sailed on.
Over dinner, one night, she threw down her plate. One grain of salt had landed on the table–no one had bothered to throw it over their left shoulder. She stormed out of the room, black hair flying everywhere. Her parents couldn’t help but talk about Trish, as soon as she was out of the room. “We need to get her a hand mirror. If we take away her wall mirror, she’ll have to hold it!”
Trish began to think about that proposition. She couldn’t touch a mirror! What if it shattered?
But they purchased the mirror the next day, and placed it into her room.
She looked at the mirror, as her parents held it up, proud as anything. She realized that there was a major problem, even larger than the mirror itself.
“It has a crack in it!” She cried, shrilly, “Someone has broken this before!”
Her parents shook her head. They knew that they had to let their daughter live a normal life. They were going to make her live it, whether she wanted to, or not.
Her parents forced her to hold the mirror, so she relented. She just had to be careful.
So, she grasped the mirror. Her parents left her alone. But she played with their own tricks, putting it down as soon as they were gone.
Suddenly, she heard a small voice. She couldn’t identify where it was coming from, so she looked outside. No one was there.
“Hey!” A male voice cried, “Look into the mirror!”
Trish jumped. She peered inside of the glass, and she managed to get the strength to look inside. Behind the surface, she saw a boy, all the way in the blank distance. She forgot herself for a second, pressing her fingers to the object. The boy inside couldn’t be here. He had to be a video.
“Trish! I’m so glad you’re here! We’ve been waiting for someone like you to come. I need you,” he said.
Her heart skipped a beat. He was just a shadow, in the distance, whispy as anything...but he was cute. No one wanted to speak to the superstitious girl. So, she was willing to suspend her feelings about mirrors, to see who the boy was. It wasn’t like she was going to break it.
“Who are you?”
“Jack,” he said with a broad smile.
Trish’s parents were delighted. Trish held the mirror too much, so much that it was becoming narcissistic, but she was rapidly becoming enthralled with it. They wouldn’t understand what she saw in it.
Trish was rapidly becoming obsessed with the mirror. Her parents didn’t know, nor would they ever see the same thing she did inside the mirror.
She didn’t eat, or leave her room.
Every day, she spoke to Jack. He promised her that he lived in a fantastic world, that he wanted to leave just to share his life with her. He had once been so far away, but the more she spoke to him, the closer his shadow came. But it was never close enough to see his face. She wanted to get closer.
One day, he was close enough for his hand to touch against the mirror. He was so close to Trish. It was that day that she realized how much she wanted to see him in person.
“Trish, we can be together,” he swore, “I can come to your world. All you have to do is one thing.”
“What? I’d do anything, Jack! Anything!”
“Then you’d do this for me. Smash the mirror, let me free!”
Her hands trembled. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t break the mirror, no matter what she wanted! She took the mirror, and shoved it under her dresser. It was difficult, but she went to bed. But all through the night, she heard Jack’s woeful pleading.
At midnight, she gave in.
“I’ll break the mirror,” she said.
She held the mirror up to her. Her could see his sharpened teeth. And she brought a fist down to it.
And then, she saw Jack. He stepped out of the mirror, glass bending to him. And he was still shadow.
He bared his teeth.
And he tossed her into the mirror, sending her tumbling into the reflection.

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